6 Times a Day

Chapter 938 Heather Is In Love - Simone[HYPERION SPONSORED]

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Simone opened the door to Heather's bedroom and saw Heather fully clothed in a T-shirt and shorts but just lying on her bed.

Heather turned her head to see who it was. When she realized it was Simone, she growled at her, "The weekend SUCKS!"

Simone chuckled. "Hey, Heather, nice to see you too. That's what I call a friendly greeting."

Recognizing Simone's cheery sarcasm, Heather replied, "Sorry, but it's true. The weekend is too damn long." She said irritably, "When is it going to be fucking Monday already?"

Simone closed the door, walked across the room towards Heather's bed, and sat in a chair next to her. "Yep. So true. That's definitely the Heather I know. You just can't wait for school to come around again, so you'll have more tests and homework to do."

"Fuck off!" Heather griped. She was feeling too lazy to get up or do anything, but she picked up a throw pillow and threw it at Simone.

Simone grinned as she batted the pillow away. "Gee, you're in a better mood than usual."

Heather looked at her best friend with a truly sad face. "Quit the damn sarcasm already. I'm fucking pissed off. Don't mess with me."

Simone could tell that Heather was trying to act mean, but that was just a cover to hide how sad and frustrated she really was. Simone could guess easily enough what the problem was. She knew that Alan was off on a camping trip, because Heather had mentioned it repeatedly since Friday afternoon. That meant two full days where she couldn't get fucked by him or even talk to him.

Simone was tempted to tease her friend mercilessly, but Heather was her best friend and she knew that was the last thing that Heather needed. So instead she just sighed and said, "You miss him that much, huh?"

Heather hadn't been paying Simone much attention, but now she stared at her with surprise. "Who are you talking about?!"

Simone rolled her eyes. "Heather, you don't have to play games with me. This is Simone here. Remember me? We've talked about Alan a hell of a lot lately. It's normal to miss him. That's how normal people feel."

Heather contemplated denying everything but decided that approach wasn't going to fly with Simone. So she just sighed heavily. "Dammit! This sucks! I wish I could fucking punch him for making me feel like this!" Even though she was lying down, she swung a pretend fist in the air.

Simone couldn't resist teasing lightly: "Yeah, that would help." She noticed that Heather was reaching into her shorts and idly rubbing her pussy mound. She joked, "Looks like you've got a bad case of poison ivy, right on your pussy lips!"

Heather quickly pulled her hand out of her shorts. She couldn't help but look embarrassed. "No I don't! I wasn't even touching myself there. Just near there."

Simone said, "Yeah, I know, I was just kidding. But let me guess: you're rubbing where your bush used to be."

Heather replied testily, "So what if I am? Why should you care? I'm not horny, I'm not masturbating, it's just... it's... well..."

Simone smiled knowingly. "You don't have to tell me; I know exactly what's going on. You've been rubbing your smooth skin down there pretty much non-stop ever since you shaved your bush off Friday afternoon because being shaved reminds you of Alan. You can't wait to show him that you followed his orders and actually shaved yourself there, but he's gone, so you can't, and it's driving you crazy."

"DAMMIT!" Heather impulsively stuck her hand back inside her shorts and resumed stroking her smooth mound. She looked at Simone angrily, but then softened her attitude since Simone wasn't the problem. She growled, "You're so fucking right! Why did he have to tell me to do that then, so it's three fucking days before I get to show him?! Fuck!"

Simone smirked. "I'll bet you can't wait to see the look on his face when you tell him what you did. Better yet, the look on his face when you SHOW him what you did. Or even better than that, think about how good you'll feel when he fucks your pussy! Your baby smooth, completely hairless cunt!"

Heather liked that so much that she smiled for the first time in hours, switching from rubbing where her bush used to be to fingering her slit and clit.

Simone continued, "Actually, it's more accurate to call it HIS pussy, isn't it?"

Heather grumbled testily, "What the fuck are you talking about?"

"The fact that you've shaved your blonde bush for the first time in your life is highly symbolic. You did it at his command, not because you wanted to, but because HE wanted you to. It signifies that he owns and controls your pussy now, which means he basically owns and controls your entire body!"

Heather gave Simone a nasty look, even as she kept on fingering herself. "Shut UP! You fucking liar! That's not true!"

"Oh, come on. You love it when he dominates you."

"I do NOT! You're totally full of shit!" Heather reluctantly pulled her hand out of her shorts, realizing that her continued fingerbanging was undermining her words. "I'm the one who dominates HIM! True, sometimes I let him think and act otherwise, but that's only because it amuses me."

Simone wisely stayed silent, but she couldn't help but smirk some more.

Heather noticed, and complained, "Smirk all you want, because you don't understand. You're not a master manipulator like I am. I'm playing him like a fiddle. I've got to reward him from time to time so he'll get hooked on fucking me. But really, I'm in total control the whole time."

"Is that so?"

"It is!" Heather stared at Simone with narrow eyes, challenging her to disagree. "It's all part of my master plan. You'll see."

Simone realized this was a super sensitive issue, and she didn't want to piss Heather off. So she merely said, "If you say so." Then, to quickly change the subject, she added, "I've got an idea. Let's go to the beach. You can boss people around, rule your roost, and generally act like a bitch. That'll cheer you up."

Heather considered that for a moment, but then she said, "Nah. You go. I don't feel like it."

Simone was mildly surprised by that. She asked, "Are you just going to lie there all day, fondling your shaved pussy and feeling sorry for yourself?"

"Maybe I will!" Heather stuck her hand back inside her shorts, both as an act of defiance and because she loved fondling her smooth skin there.

ραпdα nᴏνɐ| сom "God, what's wrong with you? You didn't go to the beach yesterday either. If it wasn't for me, you would have moped around your room the whole day. I at least got you to have some strap-on fun. Now, it looks like you're going to be even more of a petulant baby. If you don't show up at White Sands Beach even once the whole weekend, people are going to talk."

"Let 'em talk. Tell 'em that I have the flu or something. I don't give a shit."

Simone decided some drama was called for to help get Heather out of her ennui. She stood up from her seat and put her hands on her hips. "HEY! Is this the Heather I know? The Heather I know doesn't just lie around and mope like some kind of fucking wimp or cry-baby. The Heather I know grabs Life by the balls! Then she squeezes Life's balls until Life cries out for mercy! But does she show mercy? No way! She drop-kicks Life and sends it sailing a hundred feet away like she's freaking Godzilla!"

Heather couldn't help but smile at that. "Okay, fine. Whatever. You made your point. Let's go to the beach. I suppose getting out of the house will do me some good."

Simone still stared at her, placing her hands on her hips. "That's a bit more like it, Heather-zilla."

Heather snorted with amusement.

Hoping to cheer Heather up some more, Simone asked, "Before we leave, can you show it to me again?"

Heather's face lit up like a child who had just found a long lost favorite toy. She knew exactly what Simone meant, since she'd been showing off her shaved pussy to Simone with great frequency ever since she'd shaved it on Friday afternoon. Her smile was a mile wide as she pulled her shorts down.

Being a good, loving friend, Simone pretended to be just as enthusiastic as if she were seeing it for the first time. "Nice! Sexy! Alan's gonna love it!"

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"I know! Except it won't look like that for long, once he sees it. Your pussy lips will be stretched wide open once he plunges that big cock all the way in you!"

Heather diddled her clit as she thought lustily, Simone is right! Once he sees me like this, he's gonna get so hot and horny that he'll turn into a wild animal and fuck me hard and deep in every hole! He'll say, "Heather, good girl! You're my favorite sexy little slut! My number one cum dump! I'm going to reward you with lots of hot, throbbing cock, in your cunt, down your throat, and especially in your ASS!"

She stared off into space with a shit-eating grin. But then she remembered that Simone was looking at her. Worse, her thoughts seemed to confirm Simone's claim that she was getting off on Alan dominating her. So she took her hand from her crotch and shrugged nonchalantly. "Whatever. Maybe he'll fuck me, maybe he won't. It's not like I really care much one way or another. Let's get going." She stood up, suddenly all business.

Simone smirked at her friend's pretended indifference, but she knew better than to say anything about it.

An hour later, Heather and Simone were at White Sands Beach, wearing sexy bikinis. Heather was "ruling" the beach as usual, being greeted by various schoolmates who wanted to curry favor with her. But Simone could tell that Heather was just going through the motions and had her mind on other things. So it wasn't surprising when, after an initial wave of greetings, Heather decided to take a walk down the beach with Simone to get away from everyone else.

Shortly after they started walking, Simone said to Heather, "A penny for your thoughts."

Heather gloomily admitted, "This is better than being cooped up in my room. Thanks for being a good friend. Having those losers take turns kissing my ass helps distract me, at the very least. But, dammit, I'm still bummed out and pissed off. I don't like these... weird feelings I'm having."

Simone thought, It's called being in love. But she didn't dare say that out loud, because she knew Heather was in denial about just how she felt about Alan.

Heather thoughtfully stared out at the ocean as they walked along. "I can't stop thinking about... the other day. With Alan. How he made me look at myself through that mirror. I mean, really look at myself. And with his cock in my ass. That seriously affected me somehow. I still don't know how."

Simone was tempted to joke, especially about the "cock in her ass" part, but she restrained herself. Seeing Heather express her inner thoughts like this was very rare, so she didn't want to do anything to discourage it.

Heather stopped and stared off into the ocean with more precision. She pointed towards an island barely visible on the horizon. "He's right there, you know. Maybe not that island, but he's on one of those islands out there. I wonder what he's doing right now, this very minute." Her face turned into a grimace and she growled, "Knowing him, I'll bet he's fucking some impossibly busty, beautiful babe!"

Simone got them to resume walking so Heather wouldn't ruminate on that. "Come on. If there's one time you know he's not doing that, it's this weekend. He's on a deserted island with nothing but a bunch of Boy Scouts! So unless you think he plays for both teams, his penis is safely tucked away."

"Yeah, I suppose," Heather admitted. She sighed. "This sucks! I wish I could take all these feelings I'm having for him and, I dunno... put 'em in a box and mail it somewhere far away so I don't have to deal with 'em. I mean, what's my endgame here?"

"You mean, aside from getting your ass filled to the brim by his long, hard cock and hot, thick cum as often as possible?" Simone pointed out, only half teasing.

That made Heather grin. "That's true. There is that." But her frown returned. "I can't allow myself to get too attached to him, or too sentimental. For one thing, that kind of behavior is not me. I spit on that kind of sappy shit. And for another, he and I have no future. Right? Not only does he have all his other women, but relationships at our age never last anyway. If nothing else, next fall he's going to go to one college and you and I will be going to another."

She stopped and looked at Simone with a surprisingly vulnerable expression on her face. "You don't think there's any chance he and I could wind up at the same college, do you?"

"Why don't you ask him? Do you even know where he's applying?"

Heather turned her head away. "I haven't talked to him about that, and I don't want to. It would send the wrong message, like I care about him or something."

Simone thought with amused sarcasm, And that certainly is not the case! Yeah, right! Normally she would have said that out loud, but once again she forced herself to stay silent.

Heather continued, "However, I've asked around, in a low-key way. It turns out he's really keen on getting into UC Berkeley, and the odds are very good he'll go there. He is applying to a couple of L.A. colleges as back-ups, like UCLA, but as far as I know, he's not applying to even a single college in San Diego!"

This last point was distressing to Heather, and Simone didn't need to be told why. Simone and Heather had had their college plans more or less set for a long time. Heather's grades were poor, since she spent so little effort on schoolwork. But luckily for her, her mother Helen had graduated from the University of San Diego (USD), a small private university, and Helen still had connections there, ensuring that Heather would be accepted pretty much regardless of what her grades were.

USD was ideal for Heather in many ways. She liked the idea of going to a smaller university where she could have a better chance to dominate. And San Diego was an ideal destination for her. It would be new and different, yet still in Southern California with the "surf and sand" culture that she flourished in.

Heather and Simone were such close friends and lovers that they wanted to go to college together. Simone's grades were markedly better than Heather's, plus her athletic accomplishments made it highly likely she would get an athletic scholarship. She was applying to a variety of colleges, just to be on the safe side, but she knew that she'd almost certainly end up at USD or the more prestigious UCSD (University of California at San Diego). She actually preferred UCSD, which was only half an hour away from USD, allowing them to live together somewhere in between if they were split up like that.

Simone said to Heather, "Realistically, it's just not in the cards. Alan is on a whole different level academically than you, or even me. It'll be a shocker if he doesn't get into Berkeley. He might even have an outside shot at Stanford or one of the Ivy Leagues. So it makes sense that he won't be applying to USD or UCSD, not even as a backup. So, yeah, long term, you two are headed in different directions. Of course, the odds are very good that you'll both still be in California, so that's something. You could still see each other on vacations and such."

Heather stared into the ocean with determination. "Even so, it just goes to show that I can't allow myself to get too attached to him. Hell, I'm not going to let myself get too attached to anybody!" She glanced briefly at Simone and said, "You excepted, of course."

She clenched her fist as she kept on staring at the horizon. "I won't allow him to force me into a position of weakness by getting all mushy about him. Use him and lose him, I say! Still, I have to admit, the kid does know how to fuck! That's just a fact and there's no point in denying it!"

"Obviously..." Simone agreed.

"I just need to wrap him around my finger," Heather ranted, "so I can keep my ass wrapped around that cock of his from now until the end of the school year. Or the end of summer would be even better! Then it'll be, 'So long, kid; it was nice knowin' ya. Come back and fuck me up the ass again some time!'"

"Is that what you really want?" Simone asked, quietly.

"Yeah!" Heather fumed. "No regrets, no looking back, and none of that sentimental crap. I hate that fucking shit!"

Simone nodded. "Good idea." In fact, she didn't really agree. She knew Heather was lying to herself about her feelings for Alan, and heartbreak and trouble would almost certainly be looming, eventually. But she also knew that there was no way Heather would see reason on this, so if Simone tried to give good advice, she'd only be blamed as the messenger. Besides, she doubted any advice she could give would help, since she knew one can't just say "Don't fall in love with him." The heart does what it wants, and Heather would have to learn about both the pleasures and pains of love through experience, just like everybody else.

Heather continued with growing determination, "I have to stay on top of this relationship. He should be MY boyfriend, not Amy's. At the very least, she and I should share him. There are lots of other guys out there just like him, I'm sure. He and I can have maximum fun and a hell of a lot of great sex between now and the end of summer. Then, at USD, I'll find some other guy who's as good as he is, or even better. Yeah, better. The potential pool will be like ten times larger, and guys will be older, with more sexual experience. It won't be the slim pickings I have here, of Alan or this bunch of losers."

She briefly turned around to dismissively wave a hand at the people sitting on the beach, most of whom were her schoolmates.

Simone said, "That's true. But would you really be willing to go out with him in a public way? I mean, he's still considered a nerd. He may not actually be a nerd, but that's how everyone sees him. Sure, there's been some scuttlebutt about him recently, but he's still seen as a nobody."

Heather growled, "Fuck that shit. If I say he's cool, then he's cool. End of story! I'm Heather fucking Morgan! I'm the one who says who's popular and who isn't."

Simone pointed out, "But if you were to publicly share him with Amy? That would make you look bad. Why should you have to share your boyfriend with anybody?"

Heather glared angrily at Simone. Then she lightened up some, realizing that Simone was just trying to be helpful by playing devil's advocate. "We'll cross that bridge when we come to it. Besides, maybe I won't have to share. I'm Heather Morgan so I do what I want. You were so right, getting me out of my room today. I'm a woman of action. I don't just sit around and let shit happen to me; I make shit happen to everyone else!"

She turned her intense glare out to the island where she imagined Alan was camping. "I sure as hell hope he's resting up and taking his vitamins. Tomorrow, come hell or high water, he's going to fuck the living shit out of me! For hours! No more of this letting him call me names and call the shots crap. I'm going to take charge, like I should have from the very beginning, and make him my boy toy! Exclusively MINE! All those other lovers of his had better get lost before they get hurt. They don't know who they're messing with!" She shot her fist dramatically out towards the ocean.

Simone secretly snickered to herself. I swear, Heather would make such a classic Bond villain, with her angry glares and her fist shakings. And yet, somehow, she's kind of adorable. I don't know what it is, but her deluded overconfidence is actually attractive to me. How can she not see that she's into him so much precisely because he does call her names and calls the shots? If she ever did turn him into her "boy toy," she'd lose interest in him about five minutes later. It's so damn obvious, but she doesn't have a clue. And that's for the best.

Oh well. Still, this is fun. Heather "fucking" Morgan is in love. I never thought I'd see the day. Pass the popcorn, because this is going to be an interesting show to watch!

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